And seeing there a lady bright So rudely tied unto a stake, He straight to her his way did take. And lo! by Christ his cross I vow, And break my lance upon his crest :— And speaking thus, where as he stood, The Dragon issued from the wood. The lady that did first espy The dreadful Dragon coming so, Unto St. George aloud did cry, And willed him away to go Here comes the cursed fiend, quoth she, St. George then looking round about, For with his lance that was so strong, In at his mouth he thrust along,- And thus within the lady's view The savour of his poisoned breath Could do this holy knight no harm; Thus he the lady saved from death, And home he led her by the arm; When as that valiant champion there He in the court of Egypt staid, Till he most falsely was betrayed. That lady dearly loved the knight,- Daily, to take the pleasant air,- St. George with lady Sabra talk: Those Kings together did devise To make the Christian knight away In our ancestors' days, orchard appears to have been the term for a large pleasure-garden, laid out in alleys and grass plots, with arbours and knots of flowers; and at the same time furnished with abundance of fruit-trees of various kinds;-a much more pleasant place, it is likely, than the more regular and ornamented inclosures now in use. We meet with perpetual instances of this expression in our ancient poets: ""Tis given out, that sleeping in mine ORCHARD, Hamlet, i. v. With letters him in courteous wise, Thus they for good did him reward For which offence he straight was thrown Where, when he thought his wrongs upon, Three grooms of the King of Persia, By night, this valiant champion slew, And then away from thence he flew, *The classical reader will remember the story of Bellerophon,-Hom. Il. vi. 168,-from whence, perhaps, this idea was originally borrowed. To Lycia, the devoted youth he sent, With tablets sealed, that told his dire intent. Now, bless'd by every power who guards the good, The chief arriv'd at Xanthus' silver flood: There Lycia's Monarch paid him honours due: But when the tenth bright morning orient glow'd, The fatal tablets, till that instant seal'd, The deathful secret to the king reveal'd. РОРЕ. Towards Christendom he made his flight, Back over the seas with many bands Of warlike soldiers soon he past; Vowing upon those heathen lands, To work revenge,-which at the last, Save only Egypt land he spared, He meant a trial kind to make. Then straight Morocco's King he slew, Ere with her he would lead his life. Toward England then, that lovely dame The brave St. George conducted straight; An eunuch also with them came, Who did upon the lady wait. These three from Egypt went alone- When as they in a forest were, Leaving her with the eunuch there, But, lo! all in his absence came In pieces small, the truth to tell; But when he came from hunting back, His courage straight he did advance, And came into the lions' sight; Their rage did him no whit dismay, Who, like a stout and valiant knight, Did both the hungry lions slay, Now, when St. George did surely know His heart was glad that erst was woe, He set her on a palfrey steed, And towards England came with speed. Where having in short space arrived And fortune did his nuptials grace. They many years of joy did see, PERCY. |